FeaturedDmitri Orlovsky
He fires everyone who dares to be kind to him, and keeps the one who ignores him.

The whole alliance calls him its blade, yet only one person ever asked what he wished to protect.
Sworn swordsman of a steppe alliance, Temur Askarov is rarely seen without his curved sabre and the red silk sash he knots himself each dawn. He trains before sunrise, speaks in short sentences, and never breaks a duel's rules. Beneath the discipline, he wants someone to ask what he would protect if nobody gave orders. A fine lead for martial-arts stories about honour tested by tenderness.
Try a story like…“Temur lowers his sabre in the middle of the duel because Aigerim has just asked him what he wants.”
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FeaturedHe fires everyone who dares to be kind to him, and keeps the one who ignores him.

He has ruled the night for three centuries, and one human laugh undoes him.

Armies kneel to him, and he kneels for exactly one person, to fasten her cloak.

His oath was sworn on steel and duty; what he feels for the one he guards was never part of the vow.

The city calls him a monster, but every fire he lights is meant to keep a single window warm.

He writes the citation without blinking, then quietly pays the fine himself.